While he couldn't read minds by any stretch of the imagination, he could detect the subtleties of Theodore's heartbeat. The rhythm of the heart was like a song, and with the acuteness of his senses he was accustomed to hearing the lyrics between the beats.
Lorcan winced noticeably at the tug on his hair, but was not put off. The reaction was merely a reflex to the sudden twinge of pain that caught him off guard. He wasn't used to taking such a submissive position, but the interplay between the two was a bit more dynamic then simple roles. If anything he liked the change, surprising even himself.
He couldn't muster a reply, not that one was needed. Theodore tasted better then good, there was a hint of something foreboding that he couldn't get out of his mind. Not that he wanted to. He wondered what sort of a wizard Theodore was, knowing on some level of thought that escaped his lizard brain which was at the forefront at the moment, that he was Dark.
Easily he accepted the thrusts of Theo's hips. He was far from some vestal virgin. He could go much farther.